Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Nathan

I could tell my face was a bowl of a frown as I tried severally to get rid of the blue ink that had spilled all over my face. I used all the energy I could muster but the unwillingness of the ink that spilled all over my face got me even more upset. 

My breathing had begun to be more on the high side but I managed to continue rubbing it and my wrist began to hurt me yet my effort was futile. 

“Gianna!” I yelled angrily, placing a tap on the table with my fingers continuously. “Gianna!” I yelled again.

 I felt like she was responsible for what had happened. It seemed like she had caused nothing. I could not tell why I passed my aggression at calling her name but the next minute, she rushed in, a frightened expression on her face. 

I stretched my hands and wanted to utter a word as I saw her slip on the floor and was about to fall but was quick to have a grip of herself. I ran my hands through my hair pretending I had not seen whatever had happened. I was assured within me that there was still an iota of care within me. …. Well for anyone but Chloe. 

I felt so bad for making the poor girl want to lose her legs. She stopped running at my doorpost and walked towards me like she was walking on eggshells, her heels clanking loudly on the floor, piercing my hearing and getting me even more upset than I was initially. 

I however managed to stay calm as I did not want to give too much trouble to myself. 

“I am here sir” She reminded me. I expected a smile or at least a giggle from her considering the poor state that I was in but she kept her face the same, bearing no emotions. Her face seemed like it had been drained of color but that was not my business anyway. She was free to bear whatever expression she wanted. It was not my business. 

“Get me a dye remover. I need to cleanse this stain” I explained to her, making my voice as hoarse as I could. I was so exhausted as it seemed like I had used all my energy to try to save myself from the mess I had gotten into. 

“Yes sir” She bowed and walked out. My eyes followed each step she took as I wondered what women usually enjoyed placing themselves through so much stress. The skirt she wore hugged her figure tightly and so did her upper garment. Did she not feel uncomfortable? I could never imagine myself getting dressed in such a fitted dress. 

She however walked back in a few minutes later and handed the stain remover again with a dye. 

“Thank you” I collected it from her, at least trying to appreciate her for almost getting injured for my sake. Well, I knew it was her duty to do that but I had to try my best to appreciate her even though she was getting paid. 

I had already lost the zeal to work at the office. I sighed as I slowly wiped off the mess I had gotten all over me although a part of it was still visible on my shirt. I sighed again and I shook my head. The short had cost me so much but it did not matter. I could get another. 

“I can wipe it off for you or even do it better, sir,” Gianna suggested, this time, with a smile on her face. I wondered why she was smiling so widely. Despite being in heels, she would not measure up to me if she tried to clean them. Why then was she offering to help?

“I could make use of the table if you feel I would not be tall enough” She suggested, bowing shyly. 

Think? I let out a smirk but tried to quickly hide it as I did not want her to feel like I was mocking her. “Thanks but no thanks."

The quick transformation of a frown to my face got me so surprised. I hurriedly packed my bags, preparing to head out of the office. 

“Are you leaving now, sir?” She questioned, widening her eyes like my action was something new.

“Yea and?” I raised my brows. 

“You still have some ink on you, sir!” She blurted out. I paused for a millisecond as I tried to think it through. She sounded so worried. 

“Thanks, I am aware” I answered immediately and headed out of my office. She tried every way possible to get the bag out of my hands but I refused to let it go.

 For reasons I couldn't figure out, she began to irritate me immediately. I walked out of the office and headed to my car, trying so hard to not look at anyone's face. A gazillion thoughts tanked through my mind as I turned on my car and drove home. I tried as much as possible to not satisfy my quest to speed up but I failed. Less than I had imagined, I arrived home. 

As soon as I opened the door, she was all I saw. Chloe. I rolled my eyes as I tried to avoid staring at her and headed my way but she walked towards me as she stared at my outfit with joy. 

Crazy witch. 

“Your shirt is stained” She grinned. 

“I am aware” I yanked my hands off my shirt and headed to my room to get out of the filth and have a refreshing bath. I picked up my laptop and headed to the living room but there she was, looking like an angel as she walked around, humming a song. The savory scent of whatever she was cooking filled my nostrils. 

I imagined how it would feel like to grab her beautiful body in my arms, to spin her, and then place kisses on her lips.  But No, I would never do that. Not until the paternity of her child is confirmed.